Beautiful Freaks Fest – Day 3

Yay, Day 3! ^____^ What a wonderful weekend this has been!

A final thank you to our hostesses with the mostest(es), Magaly and Emma! You both are some of my favorite fabulous freaks. ❤ ❤ ❤

Make sure to head over to their blogs if you haven’t already and check out all the goodness that’s there, as well as all the links to all the partiers this weekend.

The Dreamworld, the in-between places, are inhabited by many beautiful freaks. I hope you enjoy this bit that introduces a few of them. And if you missed the first two bits of story, you can find the beginning of the story HERE, and its continuation HERE. ❤


The spiders in the trees were whispering while they spun. A rolling murmur, ebbing and flowing in time with their movements. Their limbs flashed in the dappled sunlight and their shuttles flew back and forth across their looms. They were weaving a great swath of fabric, tidying it onto a bolt as it grew. This would be the fabric that would patch the tear that had appeared. This would be the binding that would let the magic live again. The Greatest Grandmother paused in her weaving and cocked her head to one side, eight eyes blinking all at once. She was sure she’d heard something… but was just as sure that it could not be what she thought she’d heard; no human had walked this land in an age. But there is was, again. Quiet, distant, a low hum carried on the breeze. The other Grandmothers and their granddaughters paused as well, also scenting the new vibrations. All eyes turned toward the Greatest Grandmother, filled with questions and disbelief. She gazed back at them and spoke slowly, as she always did. “The child has returned to us, and she brings with her another. I can taste their words on the wind. They will come to us when it is time, and we must be ready. Back to the weaving, my daughters, we have much to do.” And with that, the Grandmothers and Granddaughters and the Greatest Grandmother all went back to their looms, limbs flashing, shuttles flying, threads twining together to create the thing that could help fix the rend in the fabric of their world.


I hope you enjoyed your (brief) introduction to some of the inhabitants of the in-between places. There are so many more clamoring about in my head, shuffling and stomping their feet while trying to wait patiently for me to get around to writing them into this reality… I’ll post the bits here as I write them, so stay tuned if you have an interest. ^__^

Thank you all so much for partying all weekend and celebrating all of the beautifully freakish goodness that is US. We are all beautifully, freakishly perfect; sharp teeth, claws, bloody smiles and all. I can’t wait to finish blog hopping to gobble up your freakish goodness, so if I haven’t stopped by yet, I’ll be stopping by soon!



6 Comments Add yours

  1. This is so beautifully written! I throughly enjoyed reading your stories!!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Annalee says:

      Thank you so much, Stacy! I’m so glad you enjoyed them! ❤


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    You have the makings of a book here. Just wonderful!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Annalee says:

      Thank you, Sherry! I’ve been kicking the idea of a book around, but the idea kind of terrifies me… lolz. Still though… what fun that would be! =D


  3. sanaarizvi says:

    “The child has returned to us, and she brings with her another. I can taste their words on the wind.”

    Somehow I feel there is another tale brewing!❤️ Is there more to the story? 😀

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Annalee says:

      Yes! This is part of the same story as the bits I posted on Days 1 and 2. Different POV than before. ❤


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